While I was at

SFM,

during

‘The Disco Agony Epoch,’

We had a ‘Homemade’ Desert House–Band—Rockers ALL!

They called their Band:

‘The Sisco Ducks’

Which of course was a play on words for

‘Disco Sucks.’

(We were all drug addicts back then)

We smoked hashish for breakfast, lunch, supper, and night-cap. Ever’day!

Next day, rinse and repeat.

And the days just kept drifting on by….

They didn’t have names….

(Street Cred for the Vid: Parrothead Poet)

We smoked hash, because we could not buy proper Mary-Ya-Wanna; but….

But… we could purchase BRICKS of Hash in Cairo… on-the-cheap:

Ten bucks or a bottle of Johnny-Walker Red would net us two kilos of ‘Hubbily Bubbilyyy,’ as the Egyptians called it.

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I ‘secretly’ Loved Disco, but that had to remain my dirty little secret.

Lest I be forced to ‘Walk the Plank’— And since we lived in a desert and had no planks to walk, I felt relatively ‘safe.’

But I had a REP to uphold and maintain…

You see?

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Fun Fact: I used to BLAST this

(See Above Donna)

from my 80’s boom-box while in my Barracks room.

(In the NAVY)

 My Barracks-Mate was NOT a fan, of Donna and often complained.

Guess what I  told him.

You already know:

I invited him to fisty-cuffs.

He declined my generous offer.

So I put in fresh batteries…. and Cranked Donna up the the level of hearing loss…

“Asshole”  does not even begin to describe…  cannot even begin to approach what I was back then…

(Or Now, for that matter)

Not that it matters,

As if I gave or will ever give…. a shit.

(Oh! and I smoked Cowboy Killers in the room too—This Pussy bitched, moaned, and complained about this too…said it made his clothes ‘stink’)

Now here is something that may surprise you:

My Barracks ‘Shipmate’ was forced into his Naval Enlistment…. drum roll! Please!

Because at the ripe old age of 18, he had killed a man in New Jersey.

(Once he confided that, I grew more respectful and started wearing headphones for my Donna Sessions…)

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This (below) should’ve been at the top of my post, but I am too drunk to edit.

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And I do not enjoy anything about the editing process

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When I was at SFM, during ‘The Disco Agony Epoch, we had a ‘Homemade’ Band—Rockers ALL!

They called their Band: ‘The Sisco Ducks’

Which of course was a play on words for ‘Disco Sucks.’

I ‘secretly’ Loved Disco, but that had to remain my dirty little secret.

Lest I be forced to ‘Walk the Plank’— And since we lived in a desert and had no planks to walk, I felt relatively ‘safe.’ But I had a REP to uphold…You see?

Fun Fact: I used to BLAST this from my 80’s boom-box while in my Barracks room.

(In the NAVY)

My Barracks-Mate was NOT a fan, of Donna and often complained. Guess what I told him.

You already know:

I invited him to fisty-cuffs. He declined my generous offer.

So I put in fresh batteries…. and Cranked Donna up the the level of hearing loss…

“Asshole’ can not even begin to approach what I was back then…

(Or Now, for that matter)

Not that it matters,

Or if I gave/give a shit.

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I May come back/revisit this post, edit it, try to improve it.

But do not bet on it!

Save your money for Vegas.

The Odds Are Better.

Trust me on This One Y’all.

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Bukowski and I are on the same page here:

“Fuck Editing!”

Just WRITE!!!

Street Cred: Shea

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Don’t Worry Kids!

I will survive this brief lapse into Madness

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Just Some More FB fun :

I posted while fawning over Gloria Gaynor:

I am STUPID!

Attempted to download this (Gloria) two more times than were ‘necessary’.

Kept getting ‘POP-Ups.’

“Hey! Asshole! You have already downloaded this…like seventeen times!”

Guess What I did? Called CS back!

On the Fucking Telephone!

(Can you even Imagine?)

Indian Customer Support.

Told me to fuk  the fuk the off!

And sleep it off!

Wise Advice!

I love Black Women!

They are

Strong!

They have to be!

Namaste!

Y’all!

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“Ground Control to Major Mar-Come – On:”

“Yes?”

“This is Ground-Control.”

“Yeah. I figured that out already. Y’all are the only assholes who ever call me. Fuk do you want?”

“Take your protein pills and put your helmet on.”

“Something you’re not telling me? Something I should know?”

“Just take the pills and put the helmet on…. and strap in…..

Oh, and Good Luck!

NASA Out!”